Chapter 8
Celebrating her non-virginity, Gillian had picked up the hitchhiker without a word, driving Jill's sports-car out into the countryside. The young man glanced over at her after several miles, the wind whipping her hair back from the glowing beauty of her face. She did not even glance in his direction and his eyes lowered to the transparent blouse that rippled over the ripe swells of her breasts, pink nipples thrust out defiantly. A very brief skirt was hiked up around her hips, the tiny V of her panties just gauzing the auburn fur of her cunny. He tried to note her legs, but his eyes held to the bound rise of her sex, to the trace of moisture dampening the panties.
"Like what you see?" she asked, smiling ahead at the road.
"Yeah," he nodded with a grin.
"Like my tits or cunt best?"
"It's hard to say," he smiled. "Very hard."
"Yeah?" she replied, glancing toward the crotch of his pants. "Yeah, I can see," she smiled at the sight of his erect prick straining the confines of his slacks. "But not well enough," she added.
"That's easily enough fixed," he nodded, his fingers opening his belt and pants and the full length of his sex stood out from his body.
"Yeah, I think I'd like that up me," she nodded at the heavy trunk and fat knob, reaching over to caress the taut flesh of his sheath and his eyelids flickered as waves of pleasure surged through him. "Up my cunt, up my ass, between my tits and in my mouth," she added, gripping his shaft in her fist.
"Sounds great," he said in a husky voice and slid one hand up her thigh to the nylon covered mound of her humid cunny.
Feeling the furrow of her slit with his fingers, he probed the wet fabric for her clit with his thumb. She lifted her saucy fanny from the seat and he removed her panties, passing them under his nose to deeply inhale.
"Good enough to eat?" she asked, sliding her fist up and down in a slow massaging of his prick.
"A very fine scent," he said, his body electrified by her hand work.
He leaned forward to kiss and nibble the insides of her spread thighs as he unbuttoned her blouse. Her tits stood out hard and firm from her chest, her nipples erect. Crimpling the nubs between thumb and forefinger, he pressed his face against her damp fur and she murmured as his lips kissed up and down her cunt lips. Then his tongue was flicking in to tease the broiling of her honeypot, spearing between the soft pink labia.
Her hand tightened round his cock as his tongue swam up into her quivering nook, flicking up under her glistening clit. She had to brace her legs to keep from gripping his head too tightly, warm flashes building up in her loins. The car roared down the highway, her tensed leg pressing down on the accelerator.
He did not notice the auto's speed, her fingers taunting his shaft, pumping his passion. His lips closed round her clit, sucking hard on it, feeling her hips rotating up against him as if to fuck him with the hard node. She groaned openly as he tongued and chewed at her blazing pearl, his left hand gripping her right tit, his fingers indenting the swollen softness. He pressed his right hand below his face and under her fanny. She bit at her lower lip as his thumb sank into the hot pudding of her cunt, working up into her channel. Then a groan caught in her throat as his center finger worked up between the full cushions of her buttocks and she relaxed her ass as he pressed his digit against the pink bud of her anus.
She was having a hard time controlling her driving as his finger reamed up into her asshole. Working her clit with tongue and lips, he pressed thumb and forefinger together, massaging the membrane between ass and cunt. Her body was quivering with her growing orgasm and she swallowed hard, forcing her foot up from the accelerator.
He swallowed her rich nectar, his mind blurring as his balls pounded with his broiling come. His fingers dug into her tit and worked her ass and cunt together. She began pumping the brakes, forcing her eyes to stay open as her blood raced with the effects of his hands and mouth. Unable to go on, she turned the car into a field, ripping through a wire fence. Killing the motor, she arched up from the seat, her head thrown back as she surrendered to her exploding orgasm and she screamed with release. The upthrust of her hips buried his hungry face in the wet velvet of her cunt.
She relaxed a little, her eyes flickering open as the dizziness lessened. She blinked down at the reddened rod she still held, gulping as he continued working on her cunt and ass, his own peaking ecstasy overcoming him.
"Sweet heaven!" she gasped. "I want to suck it out of your balls, to drink your come."
She threw herself across him, releasing her hand from the hard spar of his cock and drove her opened mouth down around it till it jabbed into her throat.
His face fell from the steaming maw of her snatch, gasping as her mouth closed around his prick. She drew her lips and cheeks in, sucking hard as her tongue pushed him up against the roof of her mouth, racing up and down his dorsal vein. His face twisted with rapture as her tongue drilled the base of his cock, her throat opening and closing around his head, gulped air flowing over him. He clutched at the car seat, her hands behind his balls to work his root, seeking to pull his climax from his nearly exploding manhood. He writhed against her devouring mouth, driving his cock in and out. Then he could feel it coming.
She groaned with pleasure as she felt the tell-tale quaking of his pelvis, the convulsions of his shaft, the tremor of his balls and her hands clutched him to her. He cursed raggedly as his come flashed into his cock, searing down its length to spew from his head. She came again as she felt his jism splash against the back of her throat and her head jerked back as she gulped his hot brew which splashed from her throat to her lips and her tongue swung out to catch the last droplets that shot forth as she let him free of her mouth. Then she thrust her head forward around his cock again to pull out the oozing remnants and she continued to suck on him, drawing his spend from him. He twisted on the seat beneath the near naked girl, lost to the flashing sensations that blurred his mind.
She kept sucking even after he gave no more of his milky come. Finally, she sat back, panting heavily, her tits rising and falling, naked but for the skirt bunched around her hips, the sunshine glistening on the dewy moistness of her furry pelt. He smiled up wearily, still dazed from his prolonged orgasm.
"Fantastic," he muttered with a bleary grin.
"I want more," she said, her eyes glazed. "More," she repeated, tugging on his limp cock.
"Going to have to wait a few minutes, sweetheart."
"Yeah ... yeah, right," she nodded, regaining her composure.
"Come on and lie down with me. I'll get it up for you," he promised, drawing her body to his, the firm peaches of her breasts crushing against his chest. Kissing her, he caressed the silky softness of her ass cheeks and pulled one tit high on her chest, lowering his mouth to it so that he could lash the pink nipple with his tongue. Gradually, his prick began to go taut, twitching against her belly and she smiled with happiness, reaching down to fondle the thick shaft.
She slid her knees up beside him, lifting her ass over his cock. She reached behind her as she smiled down into his face and pulled her ass cheeks open. Easing down, Gillian presented the head of his cock with the fissure of her anus. She let go of her fanny and sank down upon his rigid staff. He smiled, his eyes closing as his prick was gradually sheathed with her hot insides. She contracted and relaxed her muscles about the thickness of him as she took more and more of his length into her. The soft richness of her rump came to rest on his hips and she leaned her head back, slowly rolling on him, feeling his hardness press against her anal walls in slow turns. He thrust up suddenly and she had to grip the car seat to keep from falling. He bucked up into her ass, feeling the soft plushness bouncing against him.
He reached up and took hold of the erections of her nipples, tugging at them. She smiled with perverse joy at the almost painful pulling, pounding down against the hammering spire of his shaft. She gripped at his chest with one hand, the other pressing into her cunt, the heel grinding against her clit as the fingers curled in the slick furrow.
"Oh yeah, that feels so fucking good," she hissed with joy. "Jam that thing right through me."
"You've got a hungry cunt, ain't you?" he grunted, taking her breasts into his hands to roll them back against her chest.
"Just like you've a hungry prick," she grinned. "Works out right, doesn't it?"
He grinned, nodding as he jabbed hard. He sat up facing her and his tongue pressed between her lips to lash with hers. He lowered her back so that her knees pressed into her tits. She writhed beneath him, her ass lurching up at the lust-driven spike of his cock.
Gripping her hips, he lifted her with him as he rose up onto his knees. Keeping his shaft imbedded in her backside, he stood, lifting her from the seat so that her head was an inch above the dark leather. Turning so that they both faced the back of the convertible, he lowered her over the seat back, her belly to the leather, her ass lifted against the spindle of his cock.
"What're you?" she moaned. "A gymnast?"
"Hush up, woman," he said and leaned forward, bracing himself with his grip on the seat back as he deepened his mooring in her sweet ass.
He hooked the heels of his feet on the dashboard and began to grind his hips down against her raised fanny. He was as mindless as she of the possibility of passing traffic. She gripped the edge of the back seat, groaning at his buggering. Then she felt his right hand sliding over the backs of her thighs, moving toward the wet pink of her opened slit. He pressed three fingers into her channel, playing up against the churn of his prod.
Gillian screamed as a chain of orgasms ripped through her, leaving her gasping for breath. And still he kept twisting and bouncing his tool in her, his hand working up a lather in the silk purse of her cunny. Gripping the top of the seat with his left hand, he shifted his feet from the dashboard to the side door, turning himself on the spit of his cock. She gasped and moaned beneath him, feeling him turning her so that her feet dropped to the rear floor also.
Leaning forward into the front seat, Gillian raised her torso with her arms. Holding her hips in place, he began to pummel her ass with his hips, driving his prick in and out of her ass. She cried out again and again with orgasmic pleasure, her fingers digging into the leather. And then he sat back on the rear seat. Weak, she raised herself to turn toward him and smiled down at the sight of his still erect prick.
"Worn out?" she asked, leaning back against the front seat.
"Little bit," he nodded. "But I got to thinking how you hadn't got it all the ways you wanted," he smiled.
"Yeah," she nodded, remembering what she had said. "Yeah, between my tits."
"Beautiful tits they are," he smiled, slouching back so that his hips were at the edge of the seat.
She grinned, going to her knees between his spread legs. She leaned forward, gripping her tits in her hands and caught his prick between the firm softness of them. She began to work the silk smoothness of each breast toward each other, chafing his cock between. He reached forward and took the nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, working them slowly as her tits rose and fell. He inhaled deeply at the easy rise of pleasure and turned his leg so that his foot was between her spread thighs. She bent her head forward and licked at the swollen bulb of his head as she felt his toes work into the feverish hive. She flexed her vaginal muscles around the wedge of his toes, drilling the tip of her tongue into the lips of his cock.
His grip tightened on her nipples, his mind flashing with the feel of her tits and tongue at his cock. He pressed back against the seat and he was coming, the blood pounding in his head, his jism jetting free. She opened her mouth, letting him shoot into it, droplets spattering her face. Then she was coming too, twisting against the toying of his foot. She pressed her lips around the base of his twitching trunk, her body shaking as she began to slide free of the fires of her orgasm.
They both went limp and he helped her up onto the back seat with him. They stretched out, satiated and she casually licked his come from around her mouth, catching the other drops on her fingertip to lick off.
"And for dessert, we've got my cunt," she grinned at him and drew the last of his sperm from her fingertip with her tongue tip.
That Saturday night, Gillian sat on the couch with Rob while Trish went into the kitchen to help Darla with the dinner.
"Darla told me how much pleasure you gave her," he smiled, never having talked with her before.
"And Trish told me what a fine cock you've got," she smiled back, looking down at his bulging cock. "Why don't we have a little before-dinner appetizer?" she suggested, unbuttoning her blouse.
"Sounds good," he said, removing his clothes as they went into the bedroom and they tumbled onto the bed, his tongue cleaving her moist cunny as her mouth devoured his prick.
In the kitchen, Trish sat on a stool watching Darla cut vegetables, admiring the way the woman's fanny swished under her dress. With a mischievous smile, Trish ran her fingers over a washed and skinned cucumber.
"Do you like cucumber sandwiches?" Trish asked and Darla glanced at her, a lascivious smile spreading her lips as she saw that the girl had hiked her skirt up over her naked cunt, the cucumber jutting out from her stretched slit like a pale cock.
"Sounds very tasty," Darla nodded and went to one knee before the stool, taking the end of the cucumber in her mouth to chew it, the resulting shifting of the mulchy column sending waves of arousal through Trish.
Burying her teeth in the vegetable, Darla pushed and pulled it as she removed her dress, her big tits bobbing, her coiled muff wet with desire. Naked, she jerked the cucumber loose and spat it aside as she overturned a bowl of pudding in the girl's gaping hive. Groaning, Trish slid from the stool as Darla began to lick the strawberry whipping from the copper ringlets. Stretching down alongside Darla's twisting body, she picked up the cucumber to turn the smooth end up into Darla's snatch and pressed her mouth down above it to tongue the woman's shimmering clit against the pumping of the organic dildo.
Darla laddled the love juice-flavored pudding from Trish's cunt, skimming the strawberry from the pink walls. She swallowed the thick mix, her lungs heaving as Trish moved the cucumber faster and faster, screwing it in and out as her tongue lapped her throbbing clit against it. She cried out, coming and her contracting twat forced the dildo slowly out. Her convulsing mouth sent Trish's cunny into paroxysms of ecstasy and they rolled together in a tight embrace, their sobbing mouths buried in each other's slit as they climaxed.
In the bedroom, Gillian licked at her dry lips, her head lolling back and forth as Rob's prick slid in and out, burying its thick length in her cunt, sliding almost free with an upward stroke that caressed her burning clit. His breathing ragged, his prick swelling with heat, he lowered his face to her tits, pulling the hard nipples between his lips, his hands pushing them up into his mouth as his tongue took over the arousal of her pink nubs. Her legs curled up to grip his sides, her hips thrusting her widened snatch up against the pistoning of his prod. Faster and faster. Her curled body beat against his. Quicker yet. They cried out. A blur. Flash. Explosion; implosion. Tumbling limply in tidal waves, washing up on golden sand, life returning to lungs and senses, easing from blissful dreams. Satisfaction.
They looked up as Darla entered with a tray, dressed only in a bibbed apron. Bending from the waist, she lowered the tray of food to the chair by the bed, her lush ass thrusting back and up. Wearing only a chef's hat, Trish followed, carrying a bottle of champagne and glasses.
"The main course, I believe," Trish said deeply, playing the pompous gourmet and Darla cut the sirloin into bite sizes, Trish filling Gillian's warm cunny with the pieces of meat. "And the sauce?" she asked and Darla laddled a covering of lukewarm sauce over his semierect cock and his balls. "And the artichoke," Trish nodded, placing the leaves atop Gillian's breasts as if the plant had unfolded there, the hearts crowning the hard nipples. "And we're ready to eat," she smiled, curling her legs under her on one side of the bed while Darla sat across from her, the bemused sister and husband between them.
Darla leaned forward and tongued a piece of steak loose from Gillian's warming fissure and sucked some sauce from Rob's prick. Trish licked an artichoke leaf from Gillian's tit and spooned some cream sauce into his navel to suck it in as she removed the leaf from its meat.
"The added seasoning's quite nice, don't you think?" Darla commented.
"Um, quite," Trish nodded and plucked a bite of meat from Gillian's slit with her teeth, adding some sauce from Rob's stiffening cock.
"Here, try some, dear," Darla said and took a piece of steak plus sauce in her mouth, passing it into Rob's mouth as they kissed.
by the end of their meal, the meat devoured from Gillian's snatch, the meat sauce licked and sucked from Rob's prick and nuts, the cream sauce from his navel and the artichokes from Gillian's breasts, the two of them were feverish with arousal. Gillian tore the apron from Darla's lush body and threw herself atop the woman, their tits crushing together, their splayed cunnies slipping hotly together, their mouths joined. Rob pulled Trish to him, her open slit sleeving his erect shaft as they embraced.
Licking Darla's nipples, Gillian stroked Rob's root beneath the writhing of his cock and Trish's hive. Rob turned his tongue with Darla's, his fingers plying Gillian's ass cheeks to diddle her. Darla caressed Trish's swinging tits as Trish stroked her clit against Gillian's. Their arms opened to embrace one another. Rob's cock pulled from Trish's snatch to thrust up Darla's. Gillian turned and her tongue swam in Trish's cunny, Darla's tongue flashing her clit as Rob's probed her channel. Gillian's fingers twisted in Rob and Darla's asses as Rob's finger churned in hers. Trish sucked on Darla's big tits and Rob's cock pumped back into her cunny, Trish's tongue licking it and her clit.
Their bodies writhing together, Trish groped out to the tray she had brought in and took hold of the opened champagne bottle. Pressing her thumb over the mouth, she shook it up and down and suddenly pulled her thumb away. The champagne gushed over Rob's balls and then into Darla's cunny, their bodies flashing at the jet of cold liquid. The champagne spilling over them all, Trish sat the bottle aside and they began to lick the liquid from one another, tongues flowing over pert nipples, big tits, round tits, auburn fur, copper ringlets, coiled ebony, swollen balls, uptilted ass cheeks and long legs. Rob's cock rose and fell, his back arching from the bed as three cunnies alternated at stroking him with hot grips. Their asses twisted upon thrusting, bobbing fingers. Gillian cried out and then Darla, their bodies bucking with release. Trish moaned as Rob's come blasted free of his cock, sending him into raptures of ecstasy and she pulled loose of his spasming shaft to let the thick jism spray over her and Darla's tits and over Gillian's belly. They licked the rich spend juice from each other and his cock grew hard again in Darla's mouth and erupted in Gillian's ass. They came till they could barely find the strength to move and then they slept, arms and legs entwined, cunnies and cock satiated, peaceful smiles on their lips.